After finishing the last book, in the series, I'm not ashamed to say that I had a tear in my eye (several in fact). I remember coming across the first book, 'The Mountain at the Middle of the World', many years ago, and admittedly I wasn't that impressed by the cover or the description, but there was just something about it that kept nagging at me. I put it in my wish-list, but I had no real expectation that I would buy it. The paperback was quite expensive to me at the time and I thought instead to let it sit, just in case. And yet I kept coming back to it, reading the reviews, and I finally decided to take a chance on it. And I haven't looked back since.
It is to this day one of my favourite books I've ever read - and would be my favourite if not for a certain Mr Tolkien and his Lord of the Rings.
After turning of the last page, reading the last sentence and the last few words, it feels like I've lost someone dear to me. There has only been a handful of times I've felt this way after finishing a book/series, and I can count those times on one hand - that alone is a testament at how great I found these books.
I know without doubt I'll re-read this series again and never tire of the words. To me they're timeless and will be sitting in my book shelf for a long, long time - ready to be read once again.
Books like people are distinctive by nature. If we all liked what everyone else liked, or thought like everyone else thought, then it's fair to say we'd live in a pretty boring world. There are books I dislike that receive endless comments delirious in their praise **cough**Game of Thrones**cough** and yet books that I love are obscure and receive critical reviews.
So, while I can type thousands of words saying how great these books are and why you should buy them, I'm not going to do that. It's up to you to take that chance. All I will say is that I feel lucky that I found a story that gripped me so intensely and gave me so much joy.
Finally, I'd like to say thank you to Daniel Hylton for creating a world and characters that will live long with me.
So, to end this post I will leave you with a riddle:
He comes from the west.
And arises in the east.
Tall and strong, fierce as a storm upon the plain.
He ascends the height to put his hand among the stars
And wield the Sword of Heaven.
Master of wolves, Friend of horses;
He is a prince of men and a walking flame.
He enters the stronghold of evil,
To bring down the mighty,
And return peace.